Faith stared stonily out of the plane window, one hand supporting her chin as she watched the clouds roll past.
She could feel Giles staring at her from across the private jet and she ignored him, still consumed in her own thoughts, trapped in the memories of the previous days.
She leaned her forehead against the cool glass window and sighed.
Happy freaking Birthday.
If she could make a wish right now? She'd just ask for Sam.